"Argh!!!"

  A surge of pain suddenly appear in my body, jolted me awake with a silent roaring.

  The pain quickly spread up from the wounded area following my veins. As if a chemistry reaction happening between the poison and whatever else come from that damned cultivation sutras.

  Crack! Co-Ugh!

  They make it more painful than ever. As if my veins and flesh were freezing and melting at the same time. Bulging my all muscles, while my face is twitching with veins showing into the skins.

  Slowly a drop of blood seeping out of my eyes and nose.

  Dub dap! Dup dap!

  As if the pain are not enough.

  My heart quietly but quickly increases the pumping of blood around the body along with the adrenaline, trying to ease the pain as the first forced fainting was not working. Unfortunately, these actions are only making the spread of pain worsening.

  My face became more and more of a demon, escaping from hell.

  "Why!? Why am I have to experience this?!!"

  "You damned cultivator!!!"

  "If I can survive this torture, I promised to send you all into 999th gate of hell!!!"

  All these screaming loudly passed in my mind.

  "Damned you all!"

  "When will this end?!!!"

  "Knife. Wait, where is the knife?"

  Slowly opening my blooded eyes wide. Seeking for a way to quick end the current despair.

  Though a little blurry, a handle of a short sword can be seen. A little 2 step away from my head.

  A trembling hand quickly reached out to the knife, holding it next to the neck. Trembling, I hesitate for a moment thinking if I could not cut my neck in a single ssh won't I be more miserable?

  "No, I'm a cultivator right now."

  "Just put all the power I have to the knife and it should be enough right?"

  Although in a painful situation, I still thinking slowly as if not wanting to repeat a st mistake.

  The 'aura' slowly rise up to the knife, bubbling around before slowly became one with the knife. This unseemly special act was actually a remarkable act of the way of a swordmen, specifically a first stage of sword sheathing. Only one in a thousand people can achieve this.

  If the three masters outside see he doing this action, maybe they would hastily gave the antidote for the poison to him. Even risking to remove the poison with their cultivation. All this because of how rare and precious the sword talent really are.

  Even if he cannot be on a friendly terms after this, he can still be sold to the bck market or even a righteous sect as a sve or talent.

  Unfortunately, this was not the situation happened.

  "Yes, this should cut my head cleanly, right?"

  Slowly taking a big breath and a gritted teeth, I stabilized the trembling bde by holding it with both hands.

  Ssh

  Splurt!

  A flying head and a follow-up with a spurt of blood gushing all over the cave.

  A headless body then slowly bowing down to the earth, showing the st respect.

  The knife still tightly held by hands. As if never be released again.